Poem by Jessica Laser
When my woman says hello
She says what can I get you.
I had no time to peruse the menu.
I was lost in thought and English
Came last, after German, French,
And Dante with no mirror page.
I decided then that to eat
Would be fine, but to decide the dish
Translation. Croatia lost to Brazil.
I went to my room to make sure of
Everything, as I often needed.
There you were absurdly, suddenly
A parrot on my knee. Your plume
Fired in the background.
To see you
So upset me
I would have learned a new language
If it meant in English to disconnect my knee.
Between two other, similar versions
Not in the same translation
I found in myself the lyric I looked for.
I found it with its moral intact.
A poet must heat to song in the dark
Lest reckoned the pot he died to see boil.